My dearest Sophie,
I know, I know, I’m late—as per usual. Sorry, Chief.
Writing this letter, I can almost swear you’re right here behind me with your cute little face giving me that "I knew it." look; like when I used to play hide-and-seek with you back home, and you always catch me behind that old Spanish lamp post you were just counting from, remember? You always had that look – wrinkly nose, with dimples and all.
And I’m pretty sure you’re giving me one now.
Sorry, Sophie. You know how I am with doing things for myself. It takes time. Didn’t had enough practice, you know. Stick with me though; you know I’ll find my way through, for you — and, oh, for me too, of course. Man, this pick-me-up thing is tricky. But, seriously, I will really try my bestest, Chief, I promise.
Hey, the last communiqué was a blast! It just makes my heart all warm and fuzzy listening how you’re, how-you-say, “luvin’ it” there beyond the high grounds. And, that new house, wow, sounds like a dream. I’m proud of you, Sweetheart. I had, have, and will always have, complete faith that you’ll be just fine out there. S’yempre may pinagmanahan ‘yan. Oh, and don’t worry on exaggerating how great the house is; for me, just seeing you there (wrinkly nose, with dimples and all, hah!) will make it absolutely perfect. (Never mind all that “sleepy paint.") Just keep up at it, Fearless Leader!
Yes! We will be there! I can hardly wait too. Just let me OK things here, Chief. I know the calendars are all unclear yet, but it is getting there. Although I have to admit things are all quite bigger than they seemed, but, I’m on it every day. Just keep praying, Sophie. You know there’s always a plan and it’ll always work out; and I’ll sure be sticking it out ‘till it does. Hey, I’ll be seeing you before you know it, you’ll see.
Chief, can I tell you something? I’m having a bit of difficulty with her lately. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. All these stress, bound to hit somewhere. This may be just nothing though. But, right now, I have this feeling I’m getting myself in bad crossroads lately.
Wait. Before I start bleeding all over you, I’m laying this now: I love her like crazy. You know how I do, and that isn’t changing. No matter how crazy things get out there, definitely, this stubborn tin heart, it’ll love her, always; like crazy. Got it?
Promise me you won’t go all worrying, Sophie.
I just need to let out steam. Should be telling her, I know, just not yet though. You know how it is. I’m that one wall that keeps the monsters out— can’t appear to be breaking. I can’t also keep these things to myself. That’ll make me really break. So, if I need to, I’ll be telling you.
Just keep an ear out for me on this one, ‘k?
Thanks for the pick-me-up, Chief. That last one was probably more than the small fry cheering-up you expected to do when you said, and I quote, I hereby dubbed meself little miss personal cheerleader-slash-bartender! Unquote. But, tell you what, you were right, just writing already makes me feel better.
Take care, Sweetheart. Remember to be always better than your father. God bless.
Write to you soon.
Love,
Dad
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